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He smiles. “Darlin’, if you’re asking, then you don’t get it. Speak to Star, Maggie and the others. I have to go. We will be back soon.”
I frown, confused. “God, you infuriate me.” I sigh.
Beast smiles. “Darlin’, turn on your phone. I don’t like being ignored,” he orders before disconnecting.
“That is literally what you are doing to me!” I yell to the phone, even though he has gone. “Fuck you, and fuck men,” I yell to the sky.
“Er,” the prospect mutters from behind me.
I spin around. “What?!” I snap.
“Can I have my phone back now?” he asks nervously.
I stand and hand it to him. “Word of advice, you find a woman attractive, and she finds you attractive, you make the move, you sleep with her if she wants you to, and you don’t ignore her. You don’t play games, because we hate that. If we want to fuck, then fuck us! Got it?!” I snap.
He nods nervously. “Are you asking me to fuck you?” he asks, his voice cracking with fear.
“Eww, no,” I snap before grabbing my book and walking back towards the club. “See, you men never listen!”
CHAPTER TEN
BELLE
It’s the night out, and Queenie has drugged the prospects, who are now on the couches in the bar, snoring louder than a chainsaw.
“I feel like we should fuck with them a little.” Maggie shrugs before she forces one of her index fingers up their nose.
We laugh. “No, the poor boys will already get it in the neck if the rest find out. They don’t need you girls adding to their humiliation,” Queenie says as she switches on the baby monitors. “Babies are asleep, so you ladies are free to go and have a good time.” She smiles and shakes her head. “Oh boy, if they could see you all now, they would lose their minds.” She snorts.
All of us have gone all out. We decided on little black dresses; it was something we all owned, just in different styles. Dixie’s is a scoop neck that stops just above her knees with capped sleeves, and its figure-hugging style shows off her petite yet curvy frame. Maggie has on a mid-thigh length, slash neck backless dress that stops just above her behind. Josie has on a low draped front dress that means no bra. It shows off the curve of her breasts, hugs the curve of her thighs and behind, and it stops just past her knee. Then there’s Star. Her black drees is a sheer, completely see-through knee length dress. She has on a gorgeous matching black lace bra and matching high-cut French knickers, showing off the bottom half of her cheeks. I imagine all their men would lose their shit seeing them all looking so hot. I am the only free agent, and I am dressed to hook up tonight. I need some careless, meaningless sex to get Beast out of my head. I’m wearing my black body, mid-length dress that has a split all the way up to the base of my hip, with thin spaghetti straps, meaning I can’t wear a bra because the sheer material hangs low across the bust, showing an ample amount of cleavage.
“Right, let’s go!” Star cheers excitedly.
“Wait!” Queenie yells. “Let me get a picture.” She smiles. We stand together, pulling silly slutty poses. “Great. Go and have fun!” she says, ushering us out the door.
Dixie drives with her heels off. She admits that she doesn’t wear heels often. We laugh, sing and drink on the way there. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in a long time. It takes us around an hour to reach the next town. Dixie parks the truck up and we all pile out. People look and stare at us, as we are clearly overdressed compared to others who are wearing jeans.
We walk up to the bar, and the barman’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas. “2 jugs of margaritas and a tray of shots,” Star orders, handing over her card. “Keep that behind the bar,” she orders. He nods and smiles, walking off to make our drinks.
“Er Star, can I have a coke?” Dixie asks quietly.
“Shit, forgot you are not drinking,” she apologises. “And a coke!” Star adds, yelling down the bar.
I look around the bar. It’s rustic, but it has a good feel to it, with warm lights strung up, giving it that country barn vibe. As I look to the far side, I notice a table of guys looking over our way, all with appreciative eyes.
“Someone is interested,” Maggie says, nudging me.
I laugh and shake my head. “Nah, it’s a girls’ night. But there is nothing wrong with looking.”
“That’s true. I mean, the guy with the worn jeans and white shirt that’s turned up to his elbows is fine,” she says, fanning herself.
I look back over and she’s right; his black hair, stubbled jaw and broad clearly tone body with his olive skin makes him look like he’s just stepped off a magazine shoot.
“Let’s sit,” Star yells over the music. I break my stare and follow them to our table.
The drinks flow, and the cackles of our laughter ring out loudly across the bar. It feels good to laugh and let go.
“So, come on Belle, spill,” Josie presses.
